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The thugs cracked their knuckles and et zone from the Russian’s torso to his head They lined him up and connected with a series of hay, and his right eye all but swollen shut

They stepped back, surveying the dae The Russian

sagged in his chains, head down, blood dripping froht have killed hiorovich straightened once again

Joe had no love for the Russian, who’d basically kidnapped them, but he had to admit he was impressed

Janko, on the other hand, was incensed “Break his legs!” he shouted

The stockier of the two henchh with a sickening thud

“Again!” Janko yelled

Another hammer shot landed, and then a third

“Hey!” Joe yelled “Save some of that for me!”

The group turned to him

“You’ll get your share,” Janko said

Gregorovich was struggling to get back up, his legs all but useless even if they weren’t broken He pulled hi only his arms

“Co?”

Joe wasn’t sure why he was trying to draw the beaten to death was a strategic move, perhaps it was pure euy to stand up for the underdog, though he’d never expected a Russian assassin to fall into that category

Janko seemed nonplussed With his arms folded across his chest, he motioned nonchalantly toward Joe “Give it to him”